Once he crossed this step, he would be standing on the altar!
Yet a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes. The near-death agony of standing on the previous eighth step gave him some pause.
Standing on the altar would allow him to directly progress to being an Outer Disciple. This was still tempting for him, as he had crossed the red line, thus exempting him from the second test.
But there's still the final test—who knows what could happen?
Duan Rong thought for a while and decided to give it a try.
His right foot touched the altar.
With just his right foot on it, his body leaning slightly forward, an enormous wave of pain surged upon him, drowning Duan Rong in an instant.
Clenching his teeth to endure, sweat broke out on his forehead, sliding off the tip of his nose and chin.
Duan Rong's expression turned vicious; he had not yet felt the true terror of death.
He knew he had not yet reached his limit.
He sensed it. The altar was within his reach.
